Because we are what we are,
And sometimes that's just not enough.
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Okay I don't have much to blog about.

I don't have ANYTHING to blog about, in fact, because ten dollars says that your idea of a good evening isn't spending it reading some long emotional ramble about rowing and pain and the strange tangle's my life has been winding itself into lately.

Plus, nearly the whole population's up and gone to Outward Bound Land; so I'm guessing for this week, my blog'll probably get...oh, I dunno... a grand total of 3 hits?

...And two of them would probably be me, checking in to reread my prettiful posts.

But hey, s'okay. I don't write for the public eye anyway.
If I get tags, it's cool. And if I don't- yeah, that's fine by me.

I write what I want, and I write what I feel, and I don't have any qualms about it.
And if you happen to read what I write, and if you're inspired or motivated by it; or if it shows you the stars on a rainy day- then hey. I'm satisfied.

Anyway.

Today was...busy tiring exhausting, you name it.

It was funny during lunch, though; when the canoeists bought in packet lunches for everybody.

So yeah, Jared rushes over into the smoosh of hungry canoeists, delves in, and gets himself a packet of food.
And then he goes back (contentedly) to his place, and sits down.
Yeah, and then he opens it.
And sees this gigantic wad of beansprouts staring him in the eye.
And then he lets out with this terrified yelp (it was bordering on a shriek, actually; but to give him face, I shall just say it was a yelp anyway), jumps out of his seat, and makes a superhuman leap across a whole mound of bags to change his packet with someone else's.

...Ah, the Evilness of Bean Sprouts.

Ah, what hungry canoeists are capable of doing.

Anyway. Moving on.
Here's to space-fillers. ...Even better, here's to significant space-fillers.
Which I highly specialize in because, of course, I am a naturally awesome person and stuff. <3


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And there's this occasional night when you break down and cry,
because you know things will never be the same.

Time stands still when no one understands you,
and you don't even quite understand yourself.
Today didn't have to be this way, but tomorrow is another day.
Tomorrow is another chance to make things right.

Nobody will ever save you,
if nobody can ever find you.

There are good nights, and there are hard rides.
There are a million things to think about when you give up getting high.
Limited sight came back to tired eyes, and we watched the city lights fight brightly with their will to stay alive.
Everything is gonna be alright.

We are all in the gutter,
but some of us are looking at the stars.

"If you just hold on, just find the courage to face another day,
someone or something will find you and make it all okay.
Because we need a little help sometimes-
someone who will helps us hear the music in their world to remind us that it won't always be this way."
-One Tree Hill

Do what makes you happy.
Be with who makes you smile.
Laugh as much as you breathe and love as long as you live.

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... More coming up soon, I promise.
Oh, and I found this, and it made me laugh.

"Mortals are weak and frail.
If their stomach speaks, they forget their brains.
If their brain speaks, they forget their hearts.
And if their hearts speak, hahaha, if their hearts speak, they forget everything!"

Love that.

Yeah Self, get ready for another week;
It's fine, it'll be fine, it always is.
The pain? ...It'll pass. It never seems like it will, when Life puts you right smackdab in the middle off all that chaos,
but you'll pull through, yeah you will, even when it feels impossible and you'd give anything for your lungs to give out.

You'll make it through.
You always do.

So buckle up and give 'em hell.

(and that- m'dears- applies to all of you.)

(Yeah you. I love you.}

(...So deal.)